...magic pen..

I'm watching the point of the ballpoint pen. sometimes I'm watching a
fountain pen screaching along the paper. a line if ink flows out of
the pinned end of the writing instrument, and starts to curl and
twist, and also relax before it settles down on the paper forever.
Like a thin column of smoke leaving the top of the chimney, curling
away gaily in the airflow.

I'm 5 years old, I cannot write, I cannot read. I'm watching Grandad
writing, from my point of view the lines are upside down, because Im
sitting in front of him. watching the line of ink, its wavy path, the
rare curls. it's more like the graph of the electro cardio gram of the
weak heart of an ill person.
it doesn't matter if it's upside down. I'm not getting the code, I'm
just monitoring the outflow of the code. a wonderful outflow, magic -
although the code itself might mean a totally different thing.

when I watch the same line of ink flowing out of the same pen, but
sitting in front of my aunt who's writing, the line is way different:
hilarious jumps, and curls almost all the time.

the behaviour of the coded line has a meaning in itself.
one line can have at least to meanings right?
how the line quivers before it settles down on the paper. I'm 5 years
old. the quiver of the line tells me something about the writer. I do
not understand the code.

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(Enviado desde mi iPod)